Sunday, December 26, 2010

Wind Music

I walk out
in the ringing of porch chimes
and the cello hum of power lines.
I walk out in the drum-symphony of rain
head down in a bitter wind.

The camellias began to bloom
at solstice. The crocuses woke
on the shortest day of all--
officially the first day of winter.

In the music of spring I learn
to disbelieve the calendar.

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1 comment:

Willow said...

I love your poem.